1 – The author does not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir, its characters or situations.

2 – Tale for entertainment purposes only.

3 – I am working on the sequel for "Felix Identity", my most successful tale. However, I want to include Chat Noir's and Ladybug's new powers, so I must wait for the series to show those. Meanwhile, a quick silly tale as a "thank you" for the fans of LB and CN, who always had very nice words for me. Again, thank you and, please, enjoy.

4 – And hope to see you all at "Felix Identity" sequel.

5 – Fixed a number of mistakes.

KWAMISPLACED

"Come on, come on, she said 'cheese', Adrien."

"Mrrr, ye…yes, you already reminded me twice every hour since yesterday." The teenager looked at his bed table clock. "Plagg, it's four in the morning!"

"No, almost 20 minutes to five. Come on, get up, get up."

Adrien rolled his eyes. When his favorite food is involved, 4:15 becomes "almost 20 to five" to Plagg. He turned to the other side.

"The excursion bus will not leave until seven o'clock, buddy. Go back to sleep."

"But Adrien, she said there will be chee.."

Adrien hided his head under the pillow, pressing it against his ears the hardest he could.

Later – in fact, almost too late – at another part of the city, Marinette was glad she listened to Tikki. The kwami asked her to get her oldest jeans and sneakers the night before – ones that she would not mind to ruin.

"Take it from someone who lived in the middle ages, Marinette. Mud and animals damage clothes beyond cleaning. And farms got plenty of both."

Thanks to this, she could get ready quick and be in front of the bus right in time. Miss Bustier was already making the call for the students to get in the vehicle.

After the recommendations no student ever listen to – don't get up, don't make too much noise, enter and exit the bus slowly, bags and purses only on the designed compartment, Miss Bustier - and the others teachers who lost the draw and took the suicidal mission of traveling in a bus full of teenagers - began to lay up the schedule.

"We'll begin our day with another two schools of Paris at Les Fermes de Gally in Bailly with a quick, light coffee" – Adrien pressed his arm against his shirt when a "with cheese" escaped from his inner pocket. "after that, you'll have some rustic site sighting of the countryside, followed by the experience of picking fresh apples right from the trees, as well as some vegetables. You will be able to take those home. The farm goats are also available to be petted and fed. After that, we'll participate of a special biology class about all the subjects learned" A collective groan could be heard "and we'll end our day with a country lunch" Adrien covered with his hand the cloth over his kwami, avoiding another praise for cheese to escape. "The bus should be back at our school at 15:00 sharp. Questions?"

Adrien raised his hand, and Miss Bustier walked to his seat.

"If it's about your excuse, Adrien, it's all set. You will leave before the biology class for your photoshoot, but you must deliver a report about the biological aspects of the farm the day after tomorrow. You can ask another student for help."

Adrien mumbled a "thanks". He would prefer to spend the day with his recent friends, but it was not meant to be. In fact, he would not be surprised if the Gorilla was already with his car at the farm, to make sure he would not be late.

The day started as planned. Despite friends trying to stay together, the ones in charge of the three schools made the best to mix the students – it was important to broad the kids horizons knowing more people. Much to Adrien dismay, the girls from the other schools rushed on waves to his classmates:

"How it is to study with Adrien Agreste?"

"Mon Dieu, he's so dreamy."

"Do you have his phone?"

Marinette tried to escape the questioning, while trying to get a glance of Adrien here and there. Rich, handsome and still so much like any normal kid. She caught him sneaking some food inside his shirt. Sure. He was not going to lunch, having to work all afternoon. So responsible, so… so sweet.

Next, climb in the row of wagons pulled by a tractor, usually used to transport the crops, now full of students enjoying the small adventure.

"Remember, kids, do not stand up, do not lean out of the wagon, do not…" The instructions were, of course, phased out as the tractor started to roll.

Crossing some dirt roads, Alya was recording everything on her phone for her blog, until a bump on the road made her drop the device.

"I have it, Alya."

Marinette learned the hard way the reason for the "do not get up" rule. As she stood up, another bump in the road Made her lost her balance and try to grab the first thing available – on an open wagon, that would be the closest student - causing a chain reaction and a tangle of legs and arms in the truck bed.

After a fraction of seconds, she realized she was on top of something soft – naming, Adrien. She made some incoherent noises she intended to mean "sorry" and, blushing, tried to move her hands out of his body. Then she noticed.

Next to Adrien, her fingers met something soft, small, with a head disproportionally big to its body. Quickly moving her head down, she noticed her purse open and empty. Without looking, she grabbed the kwami and put in her purse, getting up so fast she almost made everyone fall again.

Adrien, on the other hand, could not move. Falling, he noticed the movement of a small magical creature rolling near him and quickly trapped it between his hand and his leg. Now, he must use only one hand to return to his place, pretending he's rubbing an aching muscle with the another. Wait until everyone is looking away to put the kwami back in his pocket.

He sighed in relief. That was close.

In the next hour or so, Marinette was busy picking apples and few vegetables she knew her parents could use in the bakery, filling several baskets of products. Basking in happiness after storing her goods in the bus, Alya brought her to reality.

"Nice picks, girl, but how will you take all that home?"

Marinette's arms dropped in frustration under the realization of her mistake.

"It's ok, Marinette, I will help. We can even ask Kim or Ivan for a hand."

Busy in this talk, they didn't catch a sad Adrien entering the waiting car, the grumpy Gorilla closing the door and dashing away from the rural area.

After a long Biology class, made more difficult due to the fact that three whole classes were sitting together and some of the most tired teens used the time to sleep, everyone was excited for lunch.

Marinette almost forget her clumsy moments of the morning, chatting away with her friends, when she noticed her purse vibrate. No, not vibrate. It was almost jumping from her shoulder, as she passed through the dairy products table. She quickly gave her plate to Alya.

"Can you help me, Alya? I really, really need to go to the bathroom. Be back on a flash."

"Sure, I will save you a…" before she could say "place", Marinette was already rushing away.

Once on a secure location, she opened her purse.

"Tikki, is everything…" Her jaw dropped, as she saw a black kwami with long ears and large green eyes, where she expected to see her red friend.

"huh…" Plagg scratched his head and opened a shy smile "… meow?"

Tikki didn't knew what to do – other than try and close her sense of smell, overridden by the reek of cheese on the small pocket. She could hear a woman voice, the kid must not be alone in the car. She would have to wait.

After Natalie parroted his schedule for the next week, Adrien turned off his phone and tried to enjoy the rest of the journey to the studio, absently sliding another small piece of cheese on his inner pocket. Tikki made an effort not to throw up.

The car rode for some minutes, she felt Adrien moving. Stairs, long walk – corridor, maybe? – door, lots of voices. She could only understand bits and pieces of the rapid-fire intructions.

"Jamis Paquet, Caridad Barre, you will be the grandparents of Adrien Agreste here…"

"…new yogurt for senior citizens, so I want all to look full of energy…"

"… a page at weekly magazines two weeks for now, time is short."

While the orders were being shot, she noticed, in terror, Adrien body moving, taking out the shirt she was on, folding with it care.

"Make-up is waiting. Hup-hup."

"Yes, director Carré, in a second." After a moment, Tikki felt the shirt being moved. "Coast is clear, buddy, you can move to my backpa-" Tikki looked at the surprised teen in front of her.

"Hello, Adrien. I know this is probably not the best way to meet…" She then noticed Adrien was clad only on his designer briefs underwear, the clothes for the shoot on a hanger nearby. She covered her eyes, suppressing a giggle "Make it really, really not the best way to meet."

Next Chapter: Adrien learns more about the Miraculous, its legacy and powers; Marinette buys cheese.